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Jun 2018
You separate us more than a line
You created more divide than time
Once I wear your I’m labeled
No matter what I do
They always look at you
I wear you as status
Too show my wealth
Even though you **** my health
If I don’t buy you then I’m not myself
Because everyone else like me has you
How dare I be something else
I’m stuck up if I turn my nose to you
Or called lame
All because my jump man
Doesn’t have a number or name
Some would call you a staple
Hell even a right of passage
But all I see blood and havoc
Yet they all walk past it
All for there feet
While many died before it came overseas
I hate you and I pray you go away
But it will never happen
Because we will **** anybody
For bread we can’t eat any day
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Miguel Carmona III
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Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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